Date: Tue, 12 Mar 2019 23:57:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: pensievemind@aol.com
Subject: Autumn Postponed Chapter 19
Autumn Postponed - Chapter 19
Author's notes: It is Palmer's, Trey's and Shy's last morning together.
Dev and Prem are now nothing but a beloved memory.
I did my best to to find a believable and happy conclusion to this series.
I admit I'm not entirely pleased with what I came up with, but it's at
least a "happily ever after" sort of conclusion. In any case, it was time
for a final chapter, and so here it is. I hope you enjoy it.
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FROM CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The three of us simply sat for a while watching the waves break on
the shore as the sun continued its steady climb, warming our bodies more
and more. I rested my feet on one of the railing slats, knowing that
anyone down on the sand could easily look up and probably see my balls and
my ass hole. Somehow I didn't care. It wasn't some sort of perverted
exhibitionism. I was simply too comfortable in my skin to worry about it.
"You think this is what it's like to be a nudist?" I asked the
other boys. "I mean, I don't feel horny or anything. I just like being
naked out here like this."
"I guess," Trey replied. "I'd still get horny sometimes, though,
I'm sure. I wonder what happens if you're in a nudist place and you get a
boner."
"Yeah, I wonder if anybody would say anything," I mused. "You
think people would get mad or something?"
"I don't know how they could," Shy said. "I mean, get real. Boys
are gonna get boners no matter what. I get `em all the fuckin' time. I
don't see how being naked would keep them from happening."
"I guess you'd need to find somebody really ugly to look at if you
got horny," I suggested. "I mean, it can't just be hot people who go to
nudist camps, right?"
"Now I'm not sure I wanna go," Shy chuckled.
We sat for about another half hour, sipping our various beverages
and hardly talking anymore. We watched the waves break on the shore, and
the various early morning beach combers pass by.
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
Once it was warm enough, and we were awake enough, Trey, Shy and I
decided to take a long outdoor shower together. Despite all the incredible
sex we'd enjoyed earlier that morning, running soapy hands all over each
other's bodies aroused us enough that we were all soon sporting very stiff
erections. Trey and Shy both giggled as they noticed how intently I was
examining their naked bodies.
"Sorry," I said, though I really wasn't. "I'm just trying to make
sure I never forget what you both look like." Before I even realized it, I
found myself crying. It wasn't just like a sniff or two; I was out-and-out
bawling over the sense of loss I was already feeling. Like true friends,
Shy and Trey both closed on me, wrapping their arms around me.
"We're gonna be missing you, too, dude," Shy said, his words
clearly reflecting his understanding of the reason for my outburst,
assuring me he shared the emotions.
"Damn straight," Trey added, and I could tell he was choking up a
bit as well. I was overwhelmed, not just by how much I loved my friends,
who had been total strangers mere days ago, but by how much they seemed to
love me! I felt like I'd known them both all my life, and couldn't imagine
living the rest of my life without them in it. Oh, maybe we'd be able to
keep in touch during the other fifty weeks of the year I'd be in
Pittsburgh. But could we possibly be as close again come next September,
presuming I'd be vacationing on the Outer Banks again the following year?
It was a weird sort of three way relationship. Despite how much I
knew that Trey and Shy were somehow meant to be together, they both seemed
to include me seamlessly into that loving relationship. There was, oddly
enough, no competition for one or another's affection. Each of us seemed
to have two boyfriends of equal importance. I'd once read that a triad was
the least sustainable of social constructs, as two members of it would
invariably team up against the third, but we were obviously the exception
to the rule. I loved Trey. I loved Shy. But I knew that if my presence
would somehow disrupt their relationship with each other, I would
willingly, if regretfully, remove myself, not wanting either of them to
experience the pain of being separated.
And in that moment, I'd realized that I had completely and totally
fallen in love with both Shy and Trey. I'd said I loved them before, but
now I was IN love with them, and both of them, much like I'd told my
father. Once I realized I'd rather go home to Pittsburgh than see them be
parted from each other, I discovered what true love was. Of course that
discovery, rather than bringing me any comfort, only increased my level of
despair, knowing I'd be missing Trey and Shy every second I couldn't be
with them. I nearly collapsed under the weight of my own grief, sobbing
loudly and unabashedly there in the outdoor shower beneath a rented cottage
on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Still, Trey and Shy held me tightly,
both now crying nearly as much as I had been.
"Shit, Palmer," Trey sniffled. "I just thought you'd be a hot guy
to fuck around with. I didn't think we'd fall in love with you."
"Me neither," Shy agreed. "Why'd you have to be so... why'd you
have to be... you?"
"Sorry," I chuckled through my tears. "I don't know how to be
somebody else."
"Yeah, well now you've really messed us up," Shy replied.
"Really. Why couldn't you just have been some hot looking dick
head?" Trey asked. "Then we could have dicked around with you for a week
and then forgotten you the next." He sniffed before adding, "But no, you
had to go and be all... lovable, and shit."
We were a collective mess. We stood together under the hot shower,
holding each other's wet, slippery bodies, not for sexual reasons, but to
offer each other what comfort we could. This was obvious since none of our
hands roamed below the waist, as mine would normally do whenever I had Shy
in my arms, his ass being so irresistible. There again, Trey was no
slouch, either, and I'd enjoyed feeling his firm cheeks many times before.
But this time was different.
Once we'd finally spent all our tears, and most of the hot water in
the cottage's tank, we swiped away the water from each other's skin, and
then climbed the stairs to the lower deck, pulling towels off the line and
drying what remained. We hung up our towels and climbed naked to the top
deck, the bright sun nearly scorching our bodies so much we couldn't wait
to go inside and enjoy the air conditioning.
Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was already 11:30. Remembering
that my parents were supposed to return "around lunchtime." I found my
phone on the coffee table and checked it for missed calls or texts. Sure
enough, there was a call and voice message from my dad.
"Hey ya, kiddo," my dad's voice voice rang out on my phone's
speaker. "I know I said we'd be back by lunch time, but now it's looking
closer to dinner. Just got caught up in some last minute details. If I
had to guess, I'd say we'll be there around 5:00. We have some really big
news for you, though, so I hope it'll be worth the wait. If you check the
top drawer in our dresser, you'll find an envelope with a little cash
stash, in case you need to order food or anything. See you around 5:00,
then. Call me if there's any problem, OK? Love ya, buddy."
"I keep liking your dad more and more," Trey said after we'd heard
the message.
"So, when do you guys need to leave?" I asked, hoping we'd be able
to take advantage of the extra few hours we'd been granted.
"Gonna have to call home," Shy replied, "But I can probably stay a
while."
"Same here," Trey said. Soon the requisite phone calls were made
and both boys were to stay until my parents returned. So, what were three
nude, gay, teenaged boys to do when given several hours alone?
"I'm hungry," Shy piped up. I agreed with him, as did Trey. After
all, we hadn't eaten all morning, and even our sex drive had to take a
backseat to our empty bellies. Though there was probably enough sausage
pizza left from the night before, I decided I could whip up a late
breakfast of bacon and eggs. I put Trey and Shy in charge of toast as I
threw an entire package of bacon into a large frying pan.
I soon discovered that frying bacon in the nude was not a
recommended procedure, as the bacon popped and hot grease splattered on my
bare chest, stomach and groin. I grabbed a bib apron and wrapped it around
myself, tying it at the waist. Shy started laughing to see my ass sticking
out in the back while my front was covered. I walked over to the full
length mirror and had to agree that I was presenting a rather ridiculous
sight. Still, I'd have rather looked silly than had grease burns all over
my dick and balls.
"You should be on TV," Trey said. "You could be the Sexy Chef, and
cook stuff wearing nothing but the apron."
"Yep," I nodded. "Just what the Food Network has been waiting for,
eh?"
"I'd watch it," Shy said. "But only if you made sure to turn your
butt toward the camera a few times."
Once the bacon was finished and draining, I scrambled a full dozen
eggs, knowing we'd wipe them out with no problem, and presuming my parents
wouldn't mind. I made a mental note to text my dad, telling him we were
now out of eggs and bacon. We took our plates out onto the upper deck and
sat eating with the bright, hot sunshine beating on our naked skin. I was
truly beginning to wonder how I would ever wear clothes again, having grown
so accustomed to being nude for so long.
As I'd expected, between the three of us we totally destroyed a
dozen eggs and a pound of bacon, pigs that we were. We also managed to
finish the orange juice that was left. I made another mental note to add
that to my parents' shopping list. We all took our plates and glasses
inside, rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher. Trey and Shy helped me
clean up the mess I'd made while cooking, and soon the kitchen looked as if
we'd never used it.
Now that our hunger was sated, we all simply collapsed onto the
sofas in the great room. I gazed languidly at my two naked friends,
somewhat surprised that still none of us were erect. I realized that, ever
since I'd had my crying jag in the shower, neither I nor my friends had
popped any wood. I realized as well how rarely I saw Trey and Shy naked
but not hard. I finally began to understand how it would be possible for
teenaged boys to stroll around nudist resorts without their dicks being
constantly stiff, though I remained sure that mine would often be.
I got up and walked to the sofa upon which Shy was sprawled.
Getting him to sit up, I sat down and allowed him to spread himself across
my lap, giving me access to his whole body. I began to caress him from his
neck to his knees, simply delighting in the smooth softness of his skin.
He emitted several cute purrs as I stroked his chest, belly and groin. It
was then that his young cock began to rise again, as if begging for
attention, which I was only too happy to provide.
I rubbed Shy's chest and belly with my left hand, while I gently
stroked his dick with my right. It'd been a while since we'd simply jacked
one another off, normally opting to suck or fuck. I realized I really
liked just feeling Shy's dick in my hand. If I squeezed in just the right
place, I could have taken his pulse through his stiff cock. His soft, firm
ass pressed on my crotch, and I soon had a raging bone.a
"Do I get one of those, too?" Trey asked, watching me stroke off
his boyfriend.
"If you're good," I smiled.
"Oh, you already know I'm good," Trey chuckled.
"True that," I smiled. "OK, you're next." It wasn't much longer
before I felt Shy lifting his hips off my own hard cock, and then squirting
a few streams of his boy juice all over his own crotch and my hand. I
smiled down at him as he took hold of my wrist and brought my hand to his
lips, licking off his own cum. "Hey, I thought you made that for me!" I
complained, pulling my hand back and licking my fingers clean. "I'll make
some for you later."
"You'd better," Shy scowled teasingly.
"OK, get up shrimp," Trey said, standing up and walking over.
"It's my turn now." He helped Shy to his feet, but not before sliding his
finger through the drops of cum on his tight belly and licking his fingers.
Once Shy had stepped away, Trey laid himself on my lap in the same
position. He was definitely heavier than his young lover, but nothing I
couldn't handle, draped as he was over my thighs.
"Shit, both of you guys have the best looking dicks," I sighed, as
I gave Trey's cock the same gentle treatment that I'd given Shy's. We'd
been so sexual, often begging each other to pound harder when we butt
fucked, that it felt quite different to softly stroke a cock, knowing that,
in the end, it would produce just as powerful a climax. The pressure of
Try's ass on my dick insured that my own boner wasn't going away any time
soon. Still, I was more focused on giving Trey pleasure than worrying
about getting myself off.
"Oh, fuck, Palmer," Trey groaned. "You're so fucking good at that.
It's almost as good as fucking." His hips bounced up and down, putting
even more pressure on my dick and balls. I began to think I might cum just
from him bouncing in my lap.
"Well, I've had a lot of practice," I giggled. I let go of his
dick and held up my hand to his face and asked, "Haven't I introduced you
to my boyfriend?" I smiled and said, "Hand, meet Trey. Trey, this is my
boyfriend Hand."
"Nice to meet you, Hand," Trey joked along. "I hope it's OK if we
fool around."
"Oh, Hand's a little slut," I chuckled. "He'll play with almost
any cute dick he can find." Once more I took hold of Trey with Hand, and
before too long I could feel him building to his climax. It was a
wonderful feeling, and I almost felt honored being the one getting him
there. I couldn't help thinking that, back home, a boy as attractive as
Trey wouldn't give me the time of day. But here on this magical barrier
island off the North Carolina coast, I was lucky enough to share such a
blessed moment with a boy I considered far out of my league, despite how
many times both he and Shy had insisted I was as desirable as I considered
both of them to be.
"Holy fuck," Trey said loudly, arching his back as his dick began
spurting hot cum over his stomach and my hand. I counted four shots and
then a long, slow trickle over my fingers. Breathing deeply, Trey gasped,
"I can't remember the last time I came so much just from being beat off.
You're the fuckin' best, Palmer."
I could tell from the heat in my cheeks that I was blushing
furiously. I'd given this beautiful boy more pleasure than he'd expected,
and I could hardly get over it. I hadn't had to suck him or take his dick
up my ass. All I did was what I had done to myself countless times since
I'd found myself on the cusp of puberty. But there was no doubt that Trey
was quite pleased with my efforts.
"You're still boned up," Trey observed as he lifted himself from
his lap. "I think that, since you did such a great job getting Shy and me
off, we should double up on you. Whaddya think, Shy?"
"Fuckin' right!" Shy concurred. "What should we do?"
"Dunno," Trey replied. "What do want us to do for you, Palmer?"
I considered this open ended option for only a moment before I
realized I knew exactly what I wanted. It was a lot like what I'd wanted
that first afternoon that we spent together. It was the same as what I'd
begged them for while they thought I didn't know they were outside my
bedroom window, watching me jack off while announcing my desires.
"I wanna be fucked and sucked at the same time," I said
definitively. Thinking again, I amended, "I wanna 69 with Shy while you
fuck me, Trey."
"Shit," Trey replied. "You just made me cum like crazy. If I can
even get it hard again, it'll take forever for me to cum."
"That's what I'm counting on," I smirked. "I want you to fuck me
for an hour. No. I want you to still be in my ass when my parents get
back, so they can see how much we love each other." Trey and Shy both
laughed.
"That'd be something," Trey chuckled. "I'm trying to imagine the
look on their faces."
Soon Shy was lying on the carpet, while I straddled him on my hands
and knees in a classic 69 position. As we suckled each other's boners,
Trey lubed my boy pussy and his dick, and easily slid his full length into
me. I felt an incredible sense of fulfillment as Trey began treating me to
long, slow thrusts, his previous climax providing him with the ability to
take it slow, with no need to pound me to his own orgasm. In fact, I think
it was the first time since we'd all begun our sexual relationship, that
Trey was fucking me primarily for my pleasure rather than his own.
Needless to say, my own climax hit long before either Shy's or
Trey's. Shy swallowed every drop of my emission while I moaned around his
young cock. My dick now released from his soft lips, I raised my ass
higher to give Trey fuller access, while continuing to bob up and down on
Shy's boner. Shy told me to stop long enough for him to swing around, so
that I was now between his splayed legs. I then went back to sucking him
while he stroked my hair.
I didn't thrust myself backwards, so as not to affect Trey's
rhythm. I was truly enjoying the slow, smooth sliding of his hard dick in
me. I figured the slower he moved, the longer I could enjoy being joined
with him.
"Stop," Shy said suddenly, pushing on my forehead to make me let go
of his dick. "I wanna cum in your butt when Trey's done." Part of me was
disappointed, knowing I wouldn't again be tasting Shy's sweet cum in my
mouth, but I couldn't deny wanting to feel his slim cock sliding in me and
filling my ass with his boy juice.
"OK," I replied, "but roll over and let me rim your sweet ass." Shy
quickly complied, turning over and giving me a wonderful view of those
bright, white orbs that I'd salivated over ever since the first time I'd
seen them. He raised himself onto his knees so I could more easily tongue
his sweet ass. I dove in with a passion, ramming my tongue as deeply as
possible into him, while Trey pushed himself into my own ass again and
again. I felt nothing but bliss as we shared ourselves with one another in
a way I could only describe as loving.
"Oh, shit," I heard Shy moan as his ass trembled. "You're gonna
make me cum again, Palmer." I fully expected Trey to shoot in my ass long
before Shy could achieve another orgasm, but the younger boy clearly
responded well to ass play. As I continued to tongue him, I slathered
saliva onto my middle finger, and then slid it into his asshole along with
my tongue. I searched out that little nub that I knew would send Shy to
the heights of ecstasy, and I applied a gentle pressure. "Oh, fuck yeah!"
Shy exclaimed, and I immediately felt his sphincter tighten on my finger
and tongue, as his orgasm overtook him.
Clearly inspired by our interaction, Trey moaned loudly, and I
could feel a warmth within me as his cock pulsed a few times. I tightened
my ass as much as I could, in an attempted to milk every bit of cum Trey
had to offer. Though up until then he'd been slow and gentle, as he
started to cum he began pounding into my upraised ass with all the force he
could bring to bear.
Eventually we all separated and simply fell side by side onto the
floor. I felt so complete lying between the two lovers, reaching out to
stroke their now sweaty bodies. I toyed with their spent cocks and their
tight balls which had provided me with such unearthly pleasure so many
times.
Those were our last orgasms of the day. We were simply too wiped
out to cum again. Around three o'clock we all decided we were hungry
again. Shy suggested we call the pizza place on the outside chance that
Ricky might be the delivery boy, but then realized we'd probably disappoint
him, being as shagged out as we were. Besides, there was still an entire
sausage pizza left from his last visit, even though it had been sitting out
on the kitchen counter since he'd brought it.
Instead of using the microwave, I set the oven at 300 º and put
the box and all inside, setting the timer for a half hour. I figured that
at 300 º, there was no risk of the pizza burning or the box bursting
into flames. Besides, I never really liked reheated pizza from the
microwave. When that pizza came out of the oven, we tore into it like
ravenous wolves. Out of twelve slices only three were left by the time we
finished. And this was after having consumed a dozen eggs and a pound of
bacon between us just over three hours before! Such is the teenaged
metabolism, I guess.
It was 4:30 by the time we'd finished eating. By mutual consent,
we knew that we had to don some sort of clothing before my parents
returned. Trey and Shy retrieved their swimsuits from the clothesline on
the lower deck, while I slipped on a pair of loose basketball shorts. I
was amazed at how strange it felt covering my lower body, as if nudity had
become my natural state. Trey again slipped into his tight shorts and Shy
slipped on his tiny white swimsuit. Neither of them had even worn a shirt.
"So, it sounded like your parents have some kind of news for you,"
Trey said, as he and Shy prepared to leave for their homes. "Let us know
what it is."
"Yeah," Shy added. "He sounded like it was something you'd like."
"I guess," I shrugged, feeling totally clueless. "I get the
feeling that maybe he's gonna get a new job, and that we'll be moving soon.
Since their meeting was in Norfolk, maybe I'll be a lot closer to you guys.
Hey, maybe I can come here more often instead of just once a year!"
"That'd be so awesome, dude," said Shy enthusiastically, wrapping
his arms around my bare torso and hugging me tightly.
"Sure would," Trey agreed, also offering me a tight hug.
Soon, after giving both of them a long kiss, I stood at the top of
the front stairs watching both of them pedal away on their bikes. I
already felt lonely, envy once more taking hold of my heart as I realized
they had each other, while I had no one to help me deal with their absence
from my life. My vision blurred as I once again began to cry over my loss.
Before I even turned to go back into the cottage, I heard a car
horn blow and saw Trey and Shy wave to my parents' car, which was on it's
way down the road. I decided to simply stand at the top of the outside
stairs and wait for them to pull in.
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Once more, text messages were flying between Trey, Shy and myself.
Trey: < I don't believe it >
Me:
Shy:
Me:
Me:
Trey:
Shy:
Me:
As it turned out, my parents' trip to Norfolk was more like a job
interview for my father. He'd be working full time as a consultant to a
rather prestigious development company in Manteo on Roanoke Island. They
were even willing to pay for the relocation costs, and had recommended
realtors to help my parents find a house.
My mother was fully behind the idea, and revealed to me another
idea I never knew she had. Apparently my mother had long cherished a dream
to own a business. Specifically, she wanted to sell gourmet cookies. You
could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard that, but I had to
admit my mother made some incredible cookies. I had no idea, really, of my
families finances, but it seemed as if they could afford to find and buy a
small shop where my mother could live out her dream.
"Of course, this means that we really won't be able to home school
you anymore," my dad explained. "I'm afraid you'll have to attend school
here." I considered his words, realizing I'd probably be attending the
same school as Trey and Shy.
As it happened, we ended up in a house four doors away from Trey.
I started attending high school with Trey and Shy just after the Christmas
break. I was unlucky enough to share a gym class with Trey, and often had
to avert my gaze so as not to pop wood in the PE shower. I did notice,
however, that Trey never worried about it like I did, and I often saw him
drying off with his dick at full attention. Surprisingly, none of the
other boys so much as mentioned it, though I saw several of them taking
long hard looks at it.
From then on, I enjoyed many a day and night with both my
boyfriends. None of us thought it strange that we'd all share our
affection with one another. Sometimes we even enjoyed time with Ricky the
pizza boy, who was the kinkiest of us all. He'd often ask us to tie him
down and blindfold him before taking liberties with his slim but hairy
body. He would go on and on about hot boys on the Lacrosse team, and even
more about the cute freshman boys he'd come to befriend. Since the
Lacrosse coach had made him an assistant, he often got to supervise the
freshman boys in the showers. He regularly spoke of which of the younger
boys had the best asses and dicks, with Shy confirming his opinions, since
he saw them all naked at least as often as Ricky did.
Suffice to say, after our move to North Carolina, every fantasy I'd
ever entertained in the previous years had been far surpassed by reality.
There were days when I was surprised that I could even get an erection
after all the three way (or four way) sex I so often enjoyed. Trey, Shy and
I found countless opportunities to relieve our sexual passions. Somehow it
never occurred to any of us that there was anything strange that we were
all boyfriends. Still, I knew I loved both Shy and Trey equally. None of
us were ever left out or left wanting. Oh, there were times when maybe
Trey or Shy couldn't be there, and so just two of us gave each other
pleasure.
More than that, though, our love grew ever deeper, and more
impossible to conceal. All of our parents seemed to simply deduce the
nature of our relationship, and none of them seemed disturbed by our mutual
love of one another. Shy even mentioned how his father told him he seemed
a lot like him at his age. Clearly, his father was a believer in love, in
whatever form it manifested itself. Interestingly enough, it was with
Shy's mother and father that I had my first experience with marijuana, and
my first experience with casual nudity. Shy, Trey and I often hung out
naked at Shy's house, and enjoyed skinny dipping in his pool.
For a little more than a year we kept in touch with Dev and Prem,
mostly through text messages. They seemed happy to hear I'd be living
close to Trey and Shy. We texted about the possibility of them returning
to the Outer Banks for their next vacation, but sadly it was not to be. In
fact, we never saw our Indian friends again once I'd moved to that magical
barrier island.
Along with Ricky, we also enjoyed some evenings with his friend and
Trey's classmate Wayne. Wayne was a thin, wiry fourteen year old with an
ass almost as sweet as Shy's. I never thought a boy as skinny as him could
have such a nice round butt. He was quick to join in our fun, and before
long we all had a chance to fuck his bubble butt. Of course, he was given
the privilege of fucking ours as well. Fair is fair, after all. And truth
be told, I really found Wayne rather attractive. Still, he was clearly
drawn to older boys like Ricky, which really helped to even things out
between us.
And so, unlike many boys my age, making a major move was absolutely
no problem for me. To the contrary, it couldn't have turned out better.
Oddly enough, though we lived so close to the beach, my parents still
rented our favorite beach cottage , except they managed to switch to the
two weeks before Labor Day. Since they both worked, Trey, Shy and I often
had whole days to ourselves in the house. Needless to say, we managed to
occupy ourselves, memories of our first week together still fresh in our
minds. Of course, we had to order a pizza from time to time, and always
from the same place, but only if we knew Ricky was working. We also
introduced Wayne to the joys of sunbathing on the deck au natural.
Though the chosen vacation weeks no longer postponed my Autumn, I
didn't mind at all. And even though I actually had to attend school again,
I didn't mind at all. All that mattered to me was that I was, strangely
enough, in love with two boys at the same time, and that I got to spend
nearly all my days, and a fair number of my nights, with them. Who could
complain, right?